One great big festering neon distraction...
...was just listening to a mid 90's tool album, and it reminded me of an infantile ravenous craving for MDMA and meth, and the rebirth of some of my basic moral pillars...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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